Johann Georg Leinberger, 1729 - 1731.
Death blowing bubbles.
Every time I read/view this, I laugh.
Skeletor Affirmations (by ghoulnextdoor)
"WE IMPROVE OURSELVES BY VICTORIES OVER OURSELVES. THERE MUST BE CONTESTS, AND WE MUST WIN."
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Maybe possibly completely in love with this song.
I make playlists as a form of meditation
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Posted on October 18, 2009 | No CommentsThere’s this strange, displaced, unsettled feeling that can creep around you when you grow up with divorced parents. Places that you are supposed to call home don’t always feel like […]
Posted on September 11, 2008 | 3 CommentsThe first tower opened the year that I was born, near enough to Manhattan’s bridges and tunnels for my father to traverse them daily. I only went inside of the […]
Posted on May 4, 2008 | 4 CommentsMy solution to living under a government that doesn’t represent you, age 9 (click to enlarge & read): While recently helping to clear out a room at my mother’s house, […]
Posted on December 24, 2007 | 2 CommentsWhen I was nine years old, my parents separated and my mother, brother and I moved from the east coast to Ohio. After living with cousins for one endless summer, […]
Posted on November 8, 2007 | No CommentsWhen we were kids living in New Jersey, my brother and I had a babysitter named Mrs. Ombach, who came over to watch us frequently on summer afternoons. She would […]